adventures approaching and across the mysterious barricades
losing the sense of what is "me"...
wandering is good for the soul, like fresh grass for lambs, or a tall poplar for the Shepherd.
we convince ourselves we are alone, but every blade of grass laughs at us, and hugs at our shoes.
"we're here!", they say.
we leap into solitude as they comfort us when we fall.
we gasp for breath and cough in the sweet grass-air...
ürgüp, turkiye...march 2008